Poetry: Satan Says, by Sharon Olds

This was a re-read. I was near a used bookstore and (apparently) in the mood for the kind of visceral, tear your heart and innards out, poetry Olds excels at. She was at NYU the same time I was (her as faculty, me as grad student) so I’ve seen her a read a few times (including poems from this book). I don’t know that I can recommend that: these are the kind of very intense, super personal, definitely biographic FEELING whether they are or not (along the lines of “diary exposing”), poems that…well, you have to be prepared for it. I’d rather read this kind of poetry alone! 🙂

Short Stories: Stories of Your Life and Others, by Ted Chiang

Very unusual stories. Heavily science- and math-based sci fi (Dad, I think you’re going to want to borrow this) that in some stories felt a bit beyond my grasp, theoretically. (Fortunately the characters keep you involved, even when their minds are on a different plane than yours.) Not necessarily futuristic, although sometimes a touch of it. But not fantastical (along the lines of, say George Saunders); even the wildest ones feel like they COULD be happening.

Essays: The Partly Cloudy Patriot, by Sarah Vowell

I remain blissfully unaware of radio in general and NPR in particular so although I had heard vague murmurings about Vowell, I had no personal experience with her prior to reading this book.

Very entertaining, packed full of pop culture references, and prescient in its political discussions. But you already knew that didn’t you? I am always behind the times. 😉

Mystery/Fiction: Tethered, by Amy MacKinnon

An undertaker, and a detective, and an unidentified body, and a young lost girl coming around. While there is murder and mayhem around, this book has a very, very calm feel. A heavy outer calm lying over turbulent feelings and actions and a thick, almost humid layer of emotion. Clara, I’m rooting for you.

I thought it was a very impressive first novel.

Sci Fi/Fantasy: Magic to the Bone, by Devon Monk

A non-vampire book about a world where magic exists all ’round. I really loved the imagery, particularly the “tattoos” Allie gets with the power. It had a bit more romance than some of your typical magic genre books /fans face/ and I’ll probably seek out the follow-ups. But it didn’t engage me quite as much as the Cassandra Clare book (one of which I’ve told you about so far (about to tell you about another one!)).

Sci Fi/Fantasy: Mainspring, by Jay Lake

Reminiscent of Neal Stephenson’s Baroque Cycle. A clockmaker’s apprentice is visited by an angel and told the planet is winding down unless he can rewind the “Mainspring”. And off on adventures he winds up going. There’s a flying Navy (reminiscent of the Naomi Novik books but without dragons), and a lot of watch/clock imagery going on. I liked it, but I felt it wandered about and here, a month and a half later, when I flip through the end pages, I can’t quite recall some of the characters in the final chapters.

Fiction: A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens

The January pick for Dad’s and my challenge this year. Somehow…I didn’t realize I’d read this before (it was a re-read for him, but he knew it!). I KNOW. The thing is, I bought a complete Dickens a million years ago when I lived in NYC (and definitely when I couldn’t afford it!) and one summer I read a TON of them on my daily commute. But that was…a long time ago. So when I first started reading this, I *thought* it was something I hadn’t read before. Then I kept finding turned over pages, and about halfway through it all came back to me.

The main thing Dad and I talked about with this one is how cinematic Dickens was in his details. Moments like describing a wine cask spilled on the cobbled street that then leads the reader’s “eye” to the door of the wineship, and in…and then the plot comes in again. One can really see the details around the edges of the action, as a (good) cinematographer would do, to give you a little moment of breath while still keeping you involved in the moment. Really lovely. Not SO descriptive as to lose your focus on the events at hand (as sometimes Proust can do), just enough to paint a fuller picture.

Essays: Shakespeare Wrote for Money, by Nick Hornby

Another collection of his “what I read vs. what I bought” essays for The Believer (yes, the very essays I refer to every month when I show you my lists! albeit without commentary).

I always find these fun (see here for one I read last year). I also find they are dangerous because I always wind up adding to my “something I should read” someday lists, which are dangerous things for a person with my shall we call them “spending propensities” when she walks by a million bookstores every day. Dangerous!

Just a little reminder to myself to go pick up “Skellig” by David Almond, apparently voted the third greatest children’s book of the last seventy years. Here’s what Hornby had to say: “I can tell you that it’s one of the best novels published in the last decade, and I’d never heard of it. Have you?”